Runaway Groomsman นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Nicholas Sanders had heard enough, there seems to be more going on, he smiled to himself, his plan was going perfectly well, If Evangeline happened to die from the hands of Ortom’s thugs, it would be one less problem for him, he would get Mary whatever she wanted, and he would use whatever means possible. He walked up to the both of them, hugging them both“Commanders, whatever you are talking about can wait, I think we have a long-expected guest riding in” He collected the handgun handed over to him by Ortom as they all looked out the window to see a dangerous and menacingly and bloody blue-eyed man alight from his horse, though they were rather taken aback by the fact that he was dressed in

Two brand-new racecars zipped out of Evelyn's view as though they were lightning. Just as she was watching the two of them race from the visitor's booth, she received a call from Jazzie. Evelyn had just tapped on her phone when Jazzie's scream came from the other end. "Evie, you are assigned to walk with a ridiculously handsome groomsman tomorrow at Salma's wedding. His style suggests he's the kind of guy who is graceful and restrained in public but goes insanely wild in private. That's what I think, anyway.

This elegant gazebo held up to 100 chairs, and the guests were filling up fast. The guys exit the SUV into the pavilion connected to the wedding gazebo. It was closed off for the reception. Six groomsmen looked very debonaire! All their hair was styled to perfection. They were wearing a pair of pale peach straight-leg dress slacks with breezy cream silk sheer shirts that gave off a silhouette of their broad shoulders and chest. With several buttons open displaying the varying skin complexions of their masculine chest. The male seashell necklace matches the female seashell accessories.

“You want me to walk into Ethan’s wedding on the arm of his boss. You want me to make small talk with his new wife while pretending I haven’t spent the last three months crying over him.” “Exactly,” Mara says, grinning like I just solved a puzzle. I sit up, throwing the blanket aside. “You are deranged.” “Deranged but brilliant,” she corrects, sipping her coffee. “Look. This isn’t just about Ethan. It’s about you. You’re not the sad ex anymore. You’re going to that wedding as someone who is thriving. Someone who looks so good, Ethan will choke on his champagne.” “That’s assault.” “Accidental assault,” Mara says with a shrug. “Totally fine.”

“If he doesn’t want to marry me, fine, we don’t have to do this. Do you think I’m desperate to marry him?” The officiant and wedding planner exchanged uneasy looks before stepping forward. “Miss, isn’t this gentleman the groom?” The room went silent for a moment. Then, everything exploded. “Don’t be ridiculous! The groom is Owen Lewis! That’s the bride’s ex. What kind of wedding company is this?” “This is a wedding, not a joke!” “Where did Owen even go? I always said he was unreliable…” The noise swelled again as the officiant grew anxious and pulled Gavin forward. “Then let him explain himself. Are you the groom today or not?”

It wasn't until the older man slowly stood up from his front-row seat that he finally spoke, saying, "Everyone. This wedding… cannot go on." Gasps. Cries. Someone in the back clapped—thinking it was still a performance. They were quickly shushed. "Shall we go?" the woman asked her partner. The planner nodded briskly, her tone tight but putting on a cheerful façade. “Thank you for coming today. Don't forget to grab a favor bag on the way you leave.” The attendees came in waves, confusion encircling them. Hushed whispers turned louder. What actually happened? The bridegroom is said to have run away. His late brother came!

“Crucial family matters are being discussed, so I’d have to ask you to leave.” There was no fear in this man’s eyes, as he stared at the groomsman. He chuckled a bit, and nudged him out of his way. I stood there, doing nothing else apart from staring. “Hey dude, we don’t want any trouble unless you do. Leave.” Another held him by the suit, and for that minute, everyone’s attention was on them. “I’m not interested in doing much. But I’m going to give you three seconds to let go of my suit, or you’d be short of five fingers,” the man said, with a void expression on his face.

I snorted, taking up my bag and shuffling through it, bringing out the photocopies of the marriage certificate I made and started handing them out. "Elisa Gilbert is a married woman trying to get remarried without a divorce." I said even handing out the copies to her parents, and the bridal party a smug look on my face. With a humiliation as huge as this, she is bound to give up and come to me. "Aish, what's this trash?" A man who looked like he was the groomsman spoke up while scratching his hair. I recognized him, he is one of top actors in the country. "What's your business?" I snapped at him, I felt the pressure when I looked round the grooms side and saw only powerful men prominent in e

In the middle of their heated exchange, a group of young guys burst through the door. "Adrian, what are you doing here? The wedding's kicking off any minute, and the bride's about to walk down the aisle. Get over here, quick!" Hearing that, Adrian, worried that Yvette might show up and run into Janice, quickly grabbed Janice's arm and steered her toward the exit. "Look, I just got roped into being a groomsman today. I'm not going to fuss about you tailing me. Don't overthink it–just head on home, okay?

I looked down at Chloe, who lay on the floor with the whites of her eyes showing, and flexed my wrist. Then I picked up the microphone and faced the three hundred stunned guests below. "Everyone, my apologies." "The groom said this was his hometown tradition, a way to share good luck. I have taken the luck." The hall was deathly quiet. Derek's legs seemed filled with lead. He did not even dare climb into the ring. The groomsmen behind him looked at one another. All the phones they had prepared to film funny videos were put away. Derek's mother stood from her seat and screamed as she rushed toward the ring.